Imagine Sitting here, filled with fear
anxious and all alone
feeling like noone got you,

thinking,
talking to yourself,
asking,

"do you even got you?"

yeah, it's you I'm talking to,
me to me, how come whenever you're
hurt,you need someone to be there to set you free, or bring about temporary glee,

yeah,it's you I'm talking to, me to me,
nobody don't owe you shit,
so when...